Fatal Desire

Chapter 27 Taking Off Clothes

Zhao Yansen glared at her: "What are you doing? Her biological father is here. Are you trying to take the child away?"

Song Xi had no idea that the other party was the little girl's biological father, and he was embarrassed, so he quickly returned the little girl to her.

She sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry."

“It’s alright, you have a high level of safety awareness. I thank you on behalf of my Lingling.” The middle-aged man picked up the little girl and said to Song Xi.

Lingling blinked, still looking at Song Xi, seemingly wanting to speak, but somewhat shy and timid.

The man looked at Zhao Yansen, smiled and said goodbye: "Mr. Zhao, we'll be going now."

Song Xi stood there, watching the father and daughter leave. After a moment of thought, she felt that the man looked somewhat familiar.

She turned her head to look at Zhao Yansen and asked curiously, "Brother, who is he?"

"Drug Administration Bureau, Jin Minchuan." Zhao Yansen stretched out his legs and strode confidently.

"Oh--"

Song Xi suddenly realized: "Him."

Shang Shixu was responsible for dealing with the leaders of the Drug Administration. Last week, he went to a dinner party and showed the information to Song Xi in advance.

Kim Min-cheon looks a bit rounder in person than in the photos, so she didn't recognize him at first glance.

Zhao Yansen was tall with long legs and took long strides. In the few seconds that Song Xi hesitated, he had already walked a considerable distance, and she hurriedly tried to catch up with him.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Because of the arrival of a very important person, the general hospital has increased its security presence and solemnly raised its alert level to the highest level.

Traffic control was even implemented at the entrance, with a group of upright personnel clearing the road in an orderly manner.

Song Xi saw Zhao Yansen in front of her slowly stop. She moved her gaze in confusion and found that a middle-aged man in military green uniform was standing opposite him.

It has many barres on its shoulders, and its rank is not low.

No matter who he stands with, his aura is never suppressed. He remains calm, composed, and at ease, and even the corners of his clothes exude the noble dignity nurtured by overwhelming power.

Song Xi slowed her pace and walked over leisurely.

“It must have been his idea.” The officer laughed, glanced at Song Xi, and said to Zhao Yansen, “Come over to my house for a drink sometime.”

"nature."

Song Xi rolled her eyes, glanced at the officer's back, then turned back; Zhao Yansen was gone again.

"elder brother!"

I don't know how he acts as an elder, always making her chase after him.

Song Xi was a little angry. After getting on the bus, she curled up in her seat and fell asleep without saying a word to Zhao Yansen.

The Bentley drove into the courtyard and came to a smooth stop. She opened her eyes sharply, pushed open the door and got out of the car, without waiting for him.

The weather was extremely cold; your breath would freeze instantly.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against Song Xi's face, causing a sharp, cutting pain that froze her solid.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she thought of Song Yunyu, who was sick and hospitalized.

My aunt was seriously ill three years ago and didn't tell her. If she hadn't returned to China, would she have never known?

She may have been very selfish back then, only thinking about escaping this land as soon as possible, without considering her aunt's feelings at all.

She believed that her aunt no longer needed her after having a son, Zhao Chengyou.

The old wintersweet in the courtyard sprouted countless blossoms. At this moment, snow began to fall from the sky, and the tender yellow flowers on the branches danced lightly with the wind and snow, looking quite beautiful under the lamplight.

As Song Xi strolled through the courtyard, she noticed a subtle fragrance wafting towards her. She instinctively took a breath, but unexpectedly inhaled the cold air and immediately sneezed.

"Ah!"

A black-ribbed umbrella was held above her head.

Song Xi turned her head and peered out. The first thing she saw was a slender, bony hand holding the umbrella handle with ease, followed by a handkerchief offered to her.

"Thank you, brother." She took it and examined it carefully.

The light blue handkerchief had a gardenia embroidered on one corner.

The surroundings were quiet. The black umbrella naturally tilted towards her, and snowflakes gently pattered on its surface, making a soft sound, like soothing and pleasant light music. The lamplight under the eaves cast long shadows of them, which fell onto the ground scattered with flower buds, intertwining and creating a charming atmosphere.

"Not running anymore?" Zhao Yansen's voice seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

Song Xi understood that he was laughing at her for getting out of the car without stopping for even a second, and retorted, "I didn't run, I just wanted to get inside quickly, so I walked a little fast."

“He walks faster than he runs,” Zhao Yansen said casually. “He went abroad for further studies and ended up being a refugee in Africa.”

Upon hearing this, Song Xi looked up at the man's sharply defined profile and replied, "Brother is not bad either. He doesn't forget to take arsenic every day despite his busy schedule."

As an elder, he not only scolded her, but also had such a sharp tongue.

"I held an umbrella for you, and you fed me poison." Zhao Yansen glanced at her, his tone leisurely, "Have you lost your conscience?"

Fine, considering the cold weather, she'll reluctantly show some conscience.

"It wasn't all eaten; there's still a little bit left."

Song Xi smiled with her eyebrows curving, "Brother, you should take better care of your health. I recently read an article that said men start to decline after thirty. If you become sickly, you won't be able to find a wife, and the elders in the family will be very anxious."

She paused for two seconds after she finished speaking.

Things that once made others jealous can now be talked about with a smile by her.

Song Xi walked on the arched bridge, looking uneasily at the clear water flowing below—the water temperature in the courtyard was controlled by a specialist all year round, and it would never freeze, even in winter.

And her?

Song Xi lowered her head, lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware that after hearing her words, the smile in Zhao Yansen's dark eyes vanished, leaving only a look of boredom.

Stepping onto the roof, Song Xi said "Thank you, brother" again, then strode upstairs without looking back.

She came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and a moment later there was a knock on the door.

A servant brought over some warming herbal soup. Song Xi sat at her desk and took a few sips before feeling warm all over.

She put on a vest, took a glass, and went to the balcony.

In the instant I turned my head, I saw a tall and imposing man on the balcony next to me.

Zhao Yansen leaned against the windowsill with one hand in his pocket. He was tall and upright with sharp, cold features. His right hand hung idly at his side, slightly twirling a half-smoked cigarette.

Song Xi asked, "Brother, would you like some soup? It'll warm you up."

"No need." Zhao Yansen stubbed out his cigarette, refusing without room for argument.

Song Xi: "Oh."

She took a sip of the herbal soup and tasted a faint, almost imperceptible medicinal flavor.

Song Xi blinked, looked up, and saw Zhao Yansen across from her slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Half of it has been solved.

A large expanse of sexy allure is revealed, with toned and defined abs and smooth, sculpted shark-like muscles that are both sharp and beautiful, radiating a wild tension.

Song Xi's breath hitched.

Perhaps because he rarely undressed in front of her, this scene actually gave off a sense of taboo.

It was as if what was being unbuttoned was not just a black shirt, but an unspeakable taboo.

A strange tingling sensation ran down Song Xi's spine, and for a moment she forgot to look away.

Just as she realized what she was looking at and was about to turn her head, Zhao Yansen suddenly threw his shirt at her.

The clothes suddenly covered Song Xi's head, blocking all her vision. It was pitch black in front of her, but her sense of smell was unusually sharp.

She smelled that cool and pleasant sandalwood scent again.

The cold fragrance almost aggressively and forcefully entered Song Xi's nasal cavity, leaving no room for resistance. This subtle sense of invasion made her heart tremble.

My fingers moved in sync with my heart, and the liquid in the glass churned violently like a tsunami.

Before Song Xi could react, a man's cold voice rang in her ears. He questioned her slowly and deliberately, his tone casual and detached.

"Song Xi, who taught you to stare at men taking off their clothes?"

Many years later, Song Xi still remembered that winter night when her brother took off his clothes in the cold, snowy weather in order to seduce her.

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